Adam's POV

Well, it was pretty much over. The one person in the entire world that I wanted, who I needed, who I thrived from was in love with someone else. Not only in love, but married. Married. The person who I made mine was married to a living male. A person who probably wasn't a freak. A person who could provide him with the utmost commitment and make everything so much better for him. A person who won't ever cheat on him or make promises that he'll never fail to hold truthful. I had to realize that whoever this person was, it made Tommy happy. And they obviously loved each other. Tommy said it himself, in front of me. After we kissed.

That thought sent a shudder down my spine. I had hoped with all my heart that Tommy wouldn't kiss me if he were in a relationship with someone. Because, I just received false hope. I thought that him kissing me would prove that he still loves me, that he wanted to be with me. That he was fucking OPEN. I don't even know anymore…I shook my head, and shoved my hands into my pockets, feeling something. I pulled it out and my cellphone was there. My Droid. Holy shit, it was charged and everything. I flipped the keyboard open and there was a note in it:

Adam, your apartment is still in your possession. Your friend Allison has been taking care of it for you. The address is below. By the way, I'm a huge fan…

Karly

I giggled, glancing at the address and following it. It was pretty late, so the paparazzi eventually got bored with my dull actions and left. It was nice, but I couldn't help my heart cracking each time I took a lonely step. A click to my boot; another piece of my heartbreaks. It hurt. My heart burned and I didn't think I would be able to make it, but I knew I had to. It's not the best idea to be alone at night on the streets of LA. On the other hand, do I want to be mugged and killed on the spot—NO! Adam, don't think like that, you can't afford to die. Okay, that's really stupid, of course you can…What do I have to live for anymore when the one and only man I love is married to someone else?

Tommy would never be mine. He belonged to someone else. However, we were physically bonded by that mark…And I couldn't help it! I never wanted to give it to him. He's the one that wanted to have sex and for me to bite him! I thought he loved me!

I shook my head, trying not to think about it. Now, it's virtually impossible for me to ever feel love again. Sure, I can be attracted to someone, but, I can never claim them as mine. Only one imprinting bite per vampire. And I wasted it. Shut up, Adam. You didn't waste9 anything. It's not his fault, it's not your fault. It's…faith; the universe decided this for us. It was meant to be this way. It happened for a reason, and you know that everything has a purpose.

Finally, I arrived at my complex and entered my building, remembering everything. Anything that ever happened here, just everything. The sex, the bite, the tub, the love…

And when I finally reached my apartment…opened up my door…and shut it, hearing that subtle click, I broke down, tears pouring down my face. It was a bipolar moment. I was docile on the way here, feeling completely fine except for my tearing heart. Then, when I reached this place full of memories, everything just fell apart. His scent, his presence, it was everywhere and I knew I would never be able to have any of it again because he was in love with someone else…

"F-Fuck," I moaned, clawing lightly at the door and sliding down it, hot, salty tears streaming down my cheeks. My heart thrashed in my chest and my head pounded in despair. I should have known! I couldn't have honestly thought that he was going to wait for me all t-this time! I'm so selfish! Why didn't I just stay with him like he wanted me too? Why did I have to go out and do all that shit? Drake, Ryan, the fucking chick at the bar! I was the whore! Tommy felt love; he had a heart in his little elf body. Why was I compelled to be such a b-bitch?

I slid down the wall even more, pulling my knees up to my chest and burying my head into them. I don't know what hurt worst. Knowing that I'll never be able to have the person, I loved, or the fact at all this was my fault. Both. Tommy was far beyond my reach now. And he was in someone else's arms. The thought of him having sex…making love with another man nearly sent me into hysterics and I knew for a fact that I was going to die from loneliness of completely misery.

I took in a shaky breath and brought my wrist up to my mouth. I licked it, whimpering and biting down hard into it. The skin broke and I felt the cold blood run down my arm. My long tongue fell from my mouth and I lapped it up, shivering lightly. I needed blood. My head was pounding. Only in desperate times do I result to such a lowly method. But what else was I supposed to do? The person's blood whom I want and need doesn't love me anymore…And…I don't want to drink it anymore. This liquid felt like poison running down my throat. But Tommy, he tasted like candy, like love…

If blood will keep me alive then I refuse to drink it. Without Tommy, there's no point in living. He's my everything, and if I don't have him…He's my heart, my soul, my lover…And I thought that when I claimed him, he would always be all these things, but…I don't want to say he betrayed me, I just…Dying sounded nice… Never being able to wake up. I want to fall into a place where this nightmare isn't reality. Sleeping pills? Cutting myself? Jumping off a bridge? What?

WHY COULDN'T THAT BUS JUST FUCK ME UP AND KILL ME? A coma? If I wasn't in a coma, none of this would have happened! SHIT ME.

The tears kept coming and blood was dripping from the side of my mouth. God. I was a mess, and I didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.

My phone rang and I gasped, my heart just about beat outta my chest. I reached into my taught pockets and pulled it out, glancing at the caller ID. I didn't recognize the number, but I answered it anyway. Maybe it was Satan, calling to tell me to sign my contract to hell.

"H-Hello?" I sobbed miserably into the phone.

"Listen. You stay AWAY from my HUSBAND. I may like your songs, but fucker, you will never touch Tommy again!" Then he hung up. It took me awhile to comprehend who that might have been. Then I realized that quite obviously, Tommy must have told his husband the entire story. The bite, everything. And his husband got jealous, like he should have, and called me up, telling me to stay away…

My heart shatter and I sobbed louder, my hands falling down to the ground. The right one let go of the phone, and the left one kept bleeding.

"T-Tommy…" I mumbled pathetically, leaning the back of my head against the wall from where I sat. I banged it, bawling. "O-Oh, god…" I fell to the side, curling into a ball and shutting my eyes.

I was so cold. My eyes shut and I kept sobbing, trying to calm down, but it didn't work. I fell asleep on the ground, curled into a ball. Completely helpless…

Alone…